Tuesday, April 30

to build a home

my sweet anar
when you were still in the safe confines of your mama's belly; we built your crib in the dark. your papa insisted and your mama and me simply stood there, shivering and giggling like children out after bedtime. your mama grabbed my hand and there i felt you, not only kick my palm but dance with such agility that i staggered back and shrieked like a frightened animal. we grow impatient, my dear anar, and i think you are just the same. our love for you overwhelms every minute of every day like heavy rain upon thirsty soil and only when you are with us finally we will breathe the calm and patience we once had.

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